Poolside 
By Crossmanx
A sunny day and a cool pool to dive into, what could better that that?


By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.

Poolside

At first Franco had been annoyed at getting the phone call from his boss Hector. 
He had planned to spend that afternoon at one of his favorite clubs, to show off 
and impress the women, especially the new singer that had just started there, who 
he'd taken quite a shine to. But now he was on his way to the luxurious home of 
his boss. There was an upside to being called in by Hector, when he got the call 
Franco had his son with him. He'd been on his way to drop the lad off at his 
mother's, but now he had the chance to show off to his son, Wayne, to show the 
lad how much of a big man he was, that his boss, a very 'influential' man in his 
own right, needed Franco's help.

As the car got closer to its destination Wayne was feeling a bit nervous, this was 
the first time he had been to his father boss's home, he'd seen Hector a couple of 
times, but only from a distance and had wondered what sort of a man he was. The 
son also wondered what sort of 'business' his father was part of, what was his job. 
There was no office, no factory, no shop; but whatever he did there was money in 
it. In truth Franco was an organiser, a fixer for Hector, and Hector was the sort of 
'businessman' the city could do without. If it was illegal, criminal, and made a 
profit then Hector was into it -- and probably running it in the city -- and Franco 
was the man that made sure that nothing lead back to his boss. Also in the car 
were "A" and "B", Franco's little joke for the two men who accompanied him 
around as he did his business; the men that could persuade people and make them 
change their minds, depending what Franco wanted. 

The car pulled up to a set of gates that opened up as they approached. A man there 
waved them through as he recognized its occupants, then up the driveway to an 
imposing large house. A and B got out and opened the doors for Franco and his 
son. The lad was impressed as he looked around. Whatever his father's boss did, it 
must pay well; Wayne thought his home was good, but this...! 

"Hello, Franco." The lad turned around at the sound of a woman's voice "he's over 
by the pool," she said as she walked over to a gate in the middle of a tall 
hedgerow. Franco followed the woman. Wayne hadn't got a chance to see her 
properly, he'd just caught sight of the rear of her as she walked off. His view was 
obscured by her silk robe, not tied up it flapped around in the light breeze, also 
her large brimmed sunhat hid most of her head. All he could really see was a pair 
of high-heeled white shoes and the bottom half of her legs, but they looked quite 
nice to the youngster.

The woman opened the gate and walked through, followed by Franco, Wayne,
and A & B following on at the rear, as the dutiful minders they were. They moved 
into a large open grassed area, well-tended flowerbeds decorated the border, with 
the centre being dominated by a large swimming pool. Dotted around the pool 
were a number of tables, chairs and lounges. Seated at one of these tables was a 
fat man, cigar in one hand and phone in the other. He seemed unhappy as he 
berated the person on the other end of the phone. He looked up to see his wife 
lead the party over. He waved casually to the empty chair opposite him, an 
indication to Franco to sit and wait until he'd finished rebuking the poor devil at 
the other end. Franco then in turn waved to his son to sit down at another table. A 
and B stood some way off; they knew what to do, they had been here before. 

Hector was an oldish man, maybe a bit older than Franco, an old-fashioned man, 
use to working hard and getting his hands dirty, it showed in his craggy face. The 
receding hairline showed he worried a lot and his fat belly said he also liked to 
enjoy the good life that all his hard work had now given him. 

Wayne sat down, taking in the awe of where he was and what was going on, then 
the woman who had led them there reigned his attention as she removed her large 
hat. The lad could now see her face and WOW! She was Sophia, Hectors wife, 
and an attractive woman, very attractive to Wayne; she had that sexy older 
woman appeal and look that every young lad drools over. The full red lips, deep 
blue eyes and long blond hair, stirred the lad. She threw off her robe, letting it
just fall to the floor. OH GOD!

Wayne nearly fell off the chair. She had a stunning body, the type he'd only seen 
in magazines; a shapely figure with firm, large breasts all wrapped up in a white 
bikini, showing off her tanned and very, very sexy body. She'd taken care of 
herself, that was for sure. The young lad suddenly found himself getting very hot, 
and it wasn't due to the sun being out. She put on a pair of sunglasses and settled 
down onto one of the sun lounges, facing Wayne. The lad became nervous; was 
she looking at him through those glasses? He went a bit red at the thought of her 
watching him... or was it just a youthful fantasy over a sexy older woman.

Hector finished his phone call and, now turning to Franco, he started to moan 
about everything he could think of. The men talked and talked. Wayne tried not to
stare at the woman but could not help it, nor could he hope and be scared at the 
same time that she was watching him, even though he secretly though she must 
really have her eyes closed or even be asleep. Just then a set of doors in the main 
house opened and out stepped another woman. As she got closer Wayne could
see it was a girl, possible his age or maybe a bit older. From what the lad had 
heard from his father about his boss and the family, he guessed this must be 
Monica, Hector and Sophia's daughter.

She, like her mother was in a bikini and robe, but this time both were multi-
coloured and patterned. She walked over and kissed her mother who spoke to
her. Obviously she hadn't been asleep and Wayne wondered if his obvious 
ogling of the older woman had been noted by her. Monica also had a folder in
her hand, and now moved over to kiss her father.

"Here Papa is this the one?" She gave him the file. 

"Thank you, my dear. Now go and swim; I have business to discuss." 

She headed over to the swimming pool, oblivious of both Franco and his son 
being there. It was obvious to anyone that Monica was Hector and Sophia's
daughter: she had inherited her mother's body and, unfortunately, her father's
looks. Not that she was ugly, just not attractive like her mother. She had a look 
about her that might put the more discerning suitor off. But she did have her 
mother's body: large breasts and a firm shapely figure that would make anyone 
look twice.

Another reason why Franco was pleased that his son was with him when he got
the call from Hector: the father had hoped that someday his son and Hector's
daughter might meet and hopefully hit it off. He was disappointed that Wayne
had not said anything, but it was early in the day. Wayne had thought about 
saying "Hi," but the expression on Monica's face told him he was probably 
wasting his time. 

SPLASH! The silence, apart from the low hum of Hectors moaning, was
broken by Monica diving into the pool. Wayne now had two bodies to gawp at,
the older woman on the sunbed just in front of him and the younger girl in the
pool to his side, practicing her breaststroke, and then backstroke. A girl with such 
an ample chest maybe shouldn't be doing the backstroke! Wayne wished he'd 
brought his sunglasses; at least then it wouldn't be so obvious where he was 
looking.

Monica went up and down the pool for about five minutes, all the time having
Wayne's eyes sneakily move from looking at her to going back to her mother.
Also, A & B, both the men behind their reflective sunglasses, were enjoying
the view. Lastly Franco, with the odd glance now and again, but only when 
Hector had looked down at the file in front of him. Franco was not stupid enough 
to be caught looking at either his boss's wife or daughter, especially when your
boss was Hector! 

The young girl stopped swimming and pulled herself up and out of the pool by the 
step. "Papa!" 

Hector looked up. "Yes my dear?" 

"I'm bored ... can I 'play'?" There was something in the way she said that, 
something strange, that both Franco and his lad noticed. 

The father thought about his daughter request. "OK but don't disturb my meeting 
here, I have a lot to get through."

The girl smiled for the first time, the water was dripping off her, and making her 
already sexy body even more desirable with her long dark hair now all wet and 
straggly. Her smile turned into a wicked grin; it didn't make her any more 
attractive, just more 'interesting'! 

Sophia moved for the first time since she had laid down on the lounge. "If she's 
going to 'play' then so am I." It was a statement not a request The sexy older 
woman got up, picked the robe up and put it on, and then walked over to Wayne.

"Come on cutie; you're coming with me." She held out her hand. 

Wayne wasn't sure he had heard right but dutifully and nervously took her hand. 
She pulled him up out of the chair and led the youth away. Franco looked 
confused, not knowing what Sophia had in mind for his son. Hector was into one 
of his in-depth rants about the business and who and what needed to be sorted out, 
so Franco had to try and stay focused.

Wayne was also confused as the sexy older woman, still holding his hand, led
him away towards a set of French doors in the side part of the house but still not 
too far away from the pool. The doors where half open, a set of half-drawn 
curtains blocked most of his view inside, but as they got closer he thought he 
could make out a large circular sofa... or was it a bed! The lad's mouth went dry 
the closer they got to the doors, and the more nervous, excited and scared he 
became. Was what he thought really happening?

Back by the pool Franco was desperately trying to watch his son being led away
out of the corner of his eye, but then something else grabbed his attention. 

A loud SMACK! ARRRH! Monica had begun to play! 

Franco turned to see firstly his man A was down on the ground and Monica was 
delivering a high kick that caught B unaware and sent the much larger man 
toppling backwards against a table. The girl in the bikini, still dripping wet, spun 
round fast, her other foot now coming into play as it too found its target. 
Henchman B was struck a second time, knocking him along the table and into a 
nearby chair. 

"Franco!" The tone in Hectors voice made the man shoot his attention back to his 
boss immediately, but he tried hard to still watch out the corner of his eye. 

Monica took a couple of steps over to the man in the chair, the confused, stunned 
and hurting man. The girl smiled, jumped up high and WHACK! A destructive 
kick to his jaw. A kick that sent the man flying backwards, catapulting him out of 
the chair, through the air and into the swimming pool. SPLASH!

On Franco's other side, his son and Sophia had reached the French doors. She 
grabbed his face, pulled him closer to her, and kissed him. Then, slowly, she 
pushed and melted her body into his. Franco was like a spectator at a tennis 
match, his eyes moving from one side to the other. To his left was the girl in the 
bikini, his boss' daughter, who'd turned her attention back to A. WHACK!
And to the right was the sexy older woman, his boss' wife, who was engrossed
with the young lad, his son! In the middle of all this was Hector, his boss, father 
to the young girl and husband to the sexy cougar. If Franco didn't show the 
correct respect and attention to his boss, his balls where on the line. It was a tough 
situation to be in.

Monica's attention was still with A. The henchman was back on his feet. He 
brushed his suit down and looked not best pleased at the least, he stared at the girl 
and stormed towards her. No one embarrassed him like that. Franco was about to 
shout out 'No, she's Hectors daughter!' but he had no need to panic; the young 
woman had everything under control. 

As he got almost on top of her she sidestepped; a quick move from someone who 
knew precisely the actions to take in such a situation. As she moved she also 
grabbed the man's jacket, getting a firm grip on him. Then the toned young female 
body showed its strength and ability as her powerful arms turned the man more 
towards her while he was still moving, also pulling him downward till he was in 
the perfect position. THUD! THUD! Her knee drove up hard into the man's chest. 
She stunned him enough to get herself in a better position and get a firmer hold of 
him. THUD! Another knee went up; this time his stomach got the full works as 
she pounded him again and again.

At the main table Franco saw his henchman getting a good hammering from the 
much smaller and younger female. The fact that he was in a business suit and she 
was in a bikini made for an even stranger sight. Franco tore his eyes from A being 
manhandled in such a way by a girl, checking that Hector was still looking down 
at the file in front of him whilst still talking, and over to his right. Where Sophia 
had broken off their kiss and pushed young Wayne away from her. The lad 
gasped for breath as she'd almost drained the life out of him with her tongue, but 
the dirty smile on her face said, 'we've only just started!' 

She grabbed his hand and led him to the open French doors. Just before they 
reached them, she spun him round so he faced her and let her robe fall. Her hands 
went behind her to undo her bikini top and it fell next to the robe on the floor. She 
pushed the young lad backwards; he stumbled onto the large bed in the centre of 
the room, she climbed onto it and made her way to her target, the young Wayne.

Outside and to Franco's left, the daughter also found her target, but this time it 
was with a kick and a punch rather than a kiss and a tender touch. On his knees, 
the henchman felt the hands of the girl grab his hair and yank upwards. Wayne 
felt the older woman's gentle touch as her hand moved up his leg to the top of his 
trousers. The man had a knee followed by several fists smash into his body, whilst 
the boy felt experienced hands remove his clothes and a skilled mouth explore his 
body.

SPLASH! Franco's attention was brought back to the pool. Where A had been 
grabbed, after being on the receiving end of a number of Monica's blows, then
the girl's strong arms had hurled the man into the pool. Luckily for Franco, Hector 
was talking away with his nose still buried into the file so he hadn't noticed that 
the man wasn't paying the attention he should be. Well, he was attentive to the 
activities of the women!

The busty young woman walked up to the side of the pool and stood there for a
second watching the two fully clothed men in the water, then dove in. She landed 
between A & B, heading straight to the bottom of the pool. The two men were 
treading water, both hurt and drained by the girl's assaults on them, and now 
anxious about where she was. Firstly A, then B, were grabbed and pulled 
downward. They both panicked and flapped about, but it was only a quick tug on 
their leg to pull them down a little and then let go again. Monica was having a 
little bit of fun with them. At the same time Sophia was having her own fun as she 
ground her body into her new young lover. He was proving to be very good. She 
kissed her way down his youthful body until she reached his excitement. "Yes," 
she thought, "I may well have to keep this one!"

Monica again pulled at the men's legs making them flap around and scared them
some more; then it was time for her final assault. A was first. He was panicking 
and splattering around in the water, hurt, drained and fighting for his life. Then 
suddenly out of nowhere, behind the man, Monica shot out of the water. Water 
flowed off her like a waterfall. Her strong hand grabbed onto the top of the man's 
head and she used her superior strength to push down forcefully, sending the 
man's head underwater. His arms flapped about in a blind panic. Her equally 
strong legs wrapped around his battered body, holding the poor soul there in 
place. She held him under the water, the girl holding down the man and draining 
the very life out of him. And all the time with that satisfied grin on her face, a grin 
that turned into a conquering smile as the man's efforts to survive subsided. Then 
there was no more flapping around, the man became quiet and Monica released 
her hold, it was now time to move onto her next victim.

B had watched as the girl had pushed his colleague's head under the water and
held him there, he wasn't having that, and with his remaining strength he headed 
towards the set of pool steps. Each of his deliberate strokes seemed to take an age 
as he slowly drove through the water to the steps and his way out. As he reached 
them his hand stretched out, his fingers grasped onto the cold metal of the 
handrail, and as he tried to pull himself out. OOOOHHH! SPLASH!

A set of determined hands had grabbed onto the man and pulled him back into
the water. Monica still had plans to play with him! Franco tried to move into a 
position where he could see the girl better. It was strange how a young girl could 
subdue two grown men. It gave Franco an equally strange feeling as he watched 
the girl overpower the man, he splashed and flapped around in the pool and the 
girl just smiled. 

Monica was on the weakened man pushing and dragging him under the water, but 
each time he seemed to find that extra bit of strength to break free of the water 
and gulp down lifesaving air. In reality Monica was just toying with him, giving 
him the chance to break free every now and again, curly giving the man a 
glimmer of hope. On the other side of Franco, the older woman could be seen... 
that was if Franco moved a bit more to the right, then he could see through the 
windows. She had her back to him, naked and straddling the very excited Wayne 
as he lay on the bed. It was all the boy's dreams come true at once, and the 
woman's craving satisfied, well almost satisfied, she had a lot more planned for 
the lad; a lot more.

Monica seized the flagging B, grabbing onto him, and pulled his face into her 
ample breasts. Then, holding onto him and gripping hard, she wrapped her legs 
around him to complete her secure hold. Taking a lungful of air, she slowly 
dropped herself down towards the bottom of the pool, dragging the man down 
with her. At the bottom she pulled his head back away from her chest. Water 
poured over his face; from suffocating between her breasts he was now drowning 
under the water. Monica's tight hold prevented him from returning to the surface 
for that desperately needed air. There was a stream of bubbles that floated up to 
the top of the water and burst, then nothing. Franco was slowly being drawn 
towards the pool as he tried to see what was happening, but there was nothing. 
The pool was silent; calm waters that had a sense of serenity about it. 

Then suddenly, WOOOOSH! Monica shot out of the water. It took Franco by 
surprise and made him jump. 

"What's up with you?" Hector looked up angrily, and just as quickly his nose was 
back in the file, turning pages and firing off comments and directives.

Moments later, Monica had made her way to the steps and was pulling herself
up and out, a triumphant look on her face. Franco couldn't help but be impressed, 
stirred and frightened, all at the same time. She casually walked over to her robe, 
the water dripping off her strong, stunning and dangerous body. She bent over to 
grab the robe from the floor. She may not be the most attractive looking, but she 
had a great body, and after what he had just witnessed, well she was just.... 

"Right that's about all." Hector closed the file and tossed it across the table to 
Franco. "I've underlined everything we've talked about and you know what to do." 

Hector stood up; Franco did the same out of habit and a bit of shock at how 
Hector had taken what just happened so calmly.

"Arrrhhh, Monica." Hector went over to his daughter and the pair set off towards
the large house. Franco picked up the file not sure what had happened and what to 
do. 

"Oh Franco, you may need some more muscle; it seems my daughter doesn't 
know when to stop," he laughed. "Oh, and when Sophia's finished I'll have your 
lad returned. But, I don't think it will be for some time."

Franco was in a state of shock after everything he'd seen. As he shuffled towards 
his car and past the pool, the bodies of A & B started to slowly float to the 
surface. He wondered which one of them had the car keys in his pocket. A loud 
moan took his gaze over to the French windows. 'Lucky sod' he thought. 

Franco looked on as Hector and his daughter entered the big house. He became 
aware of the file in his hand and wondered what the hell his boss had talked 
about, and worst all, what had Hector told him to do! If he couldn't remember 
what his boss wanted he would be in so much trouble. Just then Monica turned 
and looked back at Franco. She smiled; it was a strange smile. Franco thought, 'If 
I upset Hector he could call me back to the house to show his displeasure, and if 
Monica was there, she might be the one to....' It wasn't worth thinking about.... Or 
was it!